chopped down
like the tree that
crashes
in the forest
what's the sound
desire makes as it
comes
crashing
down
as it never gets to come
as it crashes
down
do you hear the sound
desire
doesn't get to
make
©2011ChocolateWaters
(from the woman who wouldn't shake hands Eggplant Press, NY, NY)
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